Wings Of Silk

In a flight of silken silence
Wings of velvet stroke
Pinions soft as melted butter
With touch as light as smoke

Huge bright eyes of earthen brown
Ne'er ceasing to peer around
To perceive the vole's
most minute sound

Then… as if a ghostly
Downy dart
Wings of silk
Spread wide apart

A muted squeak
Stop'd short in surprise
And from the snow
Doth feathered phantom rise

Then talons spread
Returns to lurch
Onto it's branch
Upon which to perch

And ‘neath the branch
Said vole will soon to fall
Snug again…wrap't tight within
It's very own fur-ball

poem by David Whalen
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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